Carter Kane Fanart Novels & Stories

"Yes, you are, my sweetie." "'I'm Nathan, as she said, the sick one," Nathan added dryly, extending his arm. "Oh my God." Carter was laughing, taking his arm. "Funny guy?" He added. "Hey, don't say that you're going to be okay," I said to Nathan. "I'm Owen, and I think that you look like what you do." Owen then turned to face me. "Mum, this is exactly how artists who own galleries should look." "Thanks, big guy; I would take that as a compliment," Carter said, also shaking his hand.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

“Kane...” CRASH!!

So instead, I paint a fake smile on my face. When we get into the theater Jordan sits on one side of me and Kane sits on the other. I decide to just pretend Kane doesn't exist and I actually manage to make it through most of the movie doing so. I love to follow up a salty snack with a sweet one. When I'm done with my popcorn I instinctually reach for the cupholder where I always keep my eminems before I remember I forgot them. Kane reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out a litte yellow box. He hold them out for me and for a second I'm tempted to slap them away, but I just snatch them out of his hand instead.

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

Then came the scent — metallic and bitter — and her feet moved before she realized it. ‎She reached the stairwell and froze. ‎Kane was slumped near the edge of the grand couch, one hand clutching the armrest, the other gripping the edge of his shirt, as though holding himself together. His face was pale, deathly so, skin drawn taut over sharp cheekbones, his lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in slow, strained gulps. ‎ ‎And then — the tattoos. ‎What she had thought were artistic, inky branches curling up his back, neck, and collarbones were… alive.

“No car accidents.” I blow out a breath. “Okay.” She laughs. “I’m gonna go back over there. You? You better go deal with your kids, because your son is attacking the cake.” “What?” I whip around. Sure enough, Carter is standing on his tiptoes, hand deep in frosting, shoving cake into his mouth while Knox laughs with Kole and his father like this is the cutest thing in the world. I scream, “CARTER MICHAELS, STOP IT NOW!”

“No, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a dog. I’m not so small.” “Now I draw you big next time,” Marcel said seriously. Kane grinned, looking at Kaeden, she howled then hummed, “Brother, that picture looks like the Moon Goddess and her husband. How does that song go again?” Corbin raised a brow. “Why are you asking me?” Kane growled, “Cause if Dante sings, he’ll hurt my ears.” “The fuck you say, you little shit!” Dante growled. Waylon whimpered at his side, making Dante calm down and grumble, “Whatever.”

We arrived at their tent to find them drawing. “There are my favorites.” Karson beamed, kneeling in front of them for a hug. “Daddy!” Carl and Karin squealed, jumping into his arms. “What are you two drawing?” I asked. They pulled the papers to show two figures that look like male caricatures and a female caricature of me with crazy hair fighting someone on the ground. “Let me guess, that is me, your daddy, and uncle Lucas fighting the evil lady.” I gestured at the drawings.

Kellan is not a werewolf so he doesn’t get the power or luck of aging really slowly so I am guessing that the smattering of freckles that makes him look like a kid is as good as it gets but I can tell Kellan is not human either. “But you are a child.” I sassed. “Does this sassiness mean you are adding the freckles to the painting?” I nodded and he grumbled. Aww, poor kid. Thinking I will listen to him and what not. Doesn’t know he has an extra stubborn artist on his hands. But that’s beside the point right now. I need to make sure I get the painting right. He’s having his birthday this week end and I am excited. He doesn’t want anything big though. Just dinner with Julian, Liam and I.